Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 13
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 380 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 380 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 13
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
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"You should have kissed him. It would have been *perfect*," Quatre remarked after he heard Heero's account of what had happened after he split off from the rest of the squadron. An account he only told to begin with because a certain blond man had been begging and pleading throughout dinner.
Trowa leveled a reproving gaze at his lover. "He hasn't even told him yet. Duo had enough to deal with at the time because of the bombing. I doubt Heero kissing him would have helped any."
"Well it sure would have made the story more interesting. It's like everyone can tell how obviously attracted they are to each other except for themselves!"
Heero pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm right here, you know. You could at least stop talking about me like I'm not here."
"It's true though. How you guys can stand to be within five feet of each other without succumbing to your deepest desires is just, well," Quatre grinned slyly, "FUBAR."
"Excuse me, Major Yuy?"
Heero looked up to see Eagle Five standing over the table. "Yes, Lieutenant Barber?"
"I was trying to figure something out. The Americans sent a pilot over to command our squadron to help us get rid of the Nazis, so they sent you, right?"
"It would seem that way," Heero narrowed his gaze, trying to see what Barber was trying to imply. The man was always quiet and seemed to be glowering at the world.
"I was just wondering where the people in charge of the United States Air Force get off sending over a fucking Jap." Barber had said it loud enough for the entire dining hall to suddenly become silent to see what would happen.
Heero was hardly fazed. He knew something like this would happen sooner or later, especially since the attack on Pearl Harbor less than a year ago. He stood, straightening the shirt of his uniform. "Well, *Lieutenant*, that only seems to be your problem. Keep your racist ideas out of this squadron or I'll have you discharged."
"It's not racism, sir," he remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's a fact." Heero saw the other pilots stand and slowly form a circle around the major's table as Barber continued talking. "First you people attack Pearl Harbor. Those bastards killed every last one of them without a shred of mercy! And now you've been here for barely a month and Boyd and Fitzgerald are dead."
Heero crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow to see if Barber had anything more to say. He didn't seem to at the moment. "If you feel that these sentiments will distract you during your time in this squadron, I want your letters of resignation handed in to Colonel Marquise tomorrow morning at 0900."
He turned to leave to mess hall when he heard a rustle of movement behind him. He spun around, grabbing Barber's fist mere inches away from his face, and pushed the man to the ground. Barber looked up in surprise, ego clearly burned by the way his peers were laughing at him on the floor.
Barber rose into a crouch, diving for Heero's legs and trying to trip him up, but he just stepped to the side and let the man slide into the wall. When Barber managed to pull himself back to his feet, his face was red with rage. He aimed another punch at Heero's face, who successfully hooked him in the jaw first.
The pilots began to cheer words of encouragement to Heero, telling him exactly what they thought he should do to Barber. Heero caught Barber smirking with pleasure one he finally managed to connect a hit to Heero's cheek, causing him to stumble a little. Heero was caught up in the heat of the fight. He hadn't been in a physical fight since his first month at the training camp, and it was a good way to let off some anger. It wasn't until Colonel Marquise showed up that the pilots started to split up the fight, not wanting to see anyone get into trouble.
"What's going on here?" Zechs demanded, looking between Barber and Heero for an answer.
"That fucking Jap is trying to kill every last one of us!"
Zechs looked at Heero, but he didn't get a response. "Tiebald, Manley, escort the Lieutenant to my office. Major Yuy, go take a walk and don't come back until you've cooled off. I don't need dissension in this squadron."
Heero left calmly, catching the worried glances sent his way by Trowa and Quatre. He hadn't spoken in his defense because Barber's own words spoke against him. He knew Barber would get discharged, knocking the squadron down to nine. That would make the third pilot lost in three days. At the rate they were going, they'd last just over a week.
He knew his response to Barber's verbal onslaught was inappropriate for someone in his position, but it was an onslaught nonetheless. Barber had been a decent pilot, but the group didn't need the tensions he created.
'Tensions,' Heero thought. 'That seems to be my fault. This was a lax unit before my command, and now there's too much pressure on them. They're more volunteers than soldiers.' He went to his room, changing out of his military getup and into something a little more civilian before going out.
He walked aimlessly, no particular destination in mind, and found himself at the park where he and Duo ate lunch that day. It had been right after he had realized the truth about his sexual orientation, and when he first realized he had feeling for Duo. Heero sighed. He had said that he would let Duo know of his new personal insight, and that had been a week ago. Duo was still in the dark on how Heero felt for him.
Heero pulled out his wallet, finding the picture from their wedding Relena had sent him while he was at the training camp. Relena had played the role of the blushing bride well, being the perfect hostess and talking to everyone that came. Heero hadn't known half of them. They were all people her family had known at one point or another. They were social connections, not even friends.
She had been so happy. His own smile looked forced, like he was there because he had to be instead of because he wanted to be. He didn't love her. He couldn't love her. He needed to fix things soon. Heero had no idea how long he could keep the charade going, especially now that he knew Duo.
'Tomorrow,' he vowed. 'Tomorrow I'll find Duo and tell him everything.'
*~**~*
End Part 13
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
*~**~*
"You should have kissed him. It would have been *perfect*," Quatre remarked after he heard Heero's account of what had happened after he split off from the rest of the squadron. An account he only told to begin with because a certain blond man had been begging and pleading throughout dinner.
Trowa leveled a reproving gaze at his lover. "He hasn't even told him yet. Duo had enough to deal with at the time because of the bombing. I doubt Heero kissing him would have helped any."
"Well it sure would have made the story more interesting. It's like everyone can tell how obviously attracted they are to each other except for themselves!"
Heero pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm right here, you know. You could at least stop talking about me like I'm not here."
"It's true though. How you guys can stand to be within five feet of each other without succumbing to your deepest desires is just, well," Quatre grinned slyly, "FUBAR."
"Excuse me, Major Yuy?"
Heero looked up to see Eagle Five standing over the table. "Yes, Lieutenant Barber?"
"I was trying to figure something out. The Americans sent a pilot over to command our squadron to help us get rid of the Nazis, so they sent you, right?"
"It would seem that way," Heero narrowed his gaze, trying to see what Barber was trying to imply. The man was always quiet and seemed to be glowering at the world.
"I was just wondering where the people in charge of the United States Air Force get off sending over a fucking Jap." Barber had said it loud enough for the entire dining hall to suddenly become silent to see what would happen.
Heero was hardly fazed. He knew something like this would happen sooner or later, especially since the attack on Pearl Harbor less than a year ago. He stood, straightening the shirt of his uniform. "Well, *Lieutenant*, that only seems to be your problem. Keep your racist ideas out of this squadron or I'll have you discharged."
"It's not racism, sir," he remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's a fact." Heero saw the other pilots stand and slowly form a circle around the major's table as Barber continued talking. "First you people attack Pearl Harbor. Those bastards killed every last one of them without a shred of mercy! And now you've been here for barely a month and Boyd and Fitzgerald are dead."
Heero crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow to see if Barber had anything more to say. He didn't seem to at the moment. "If you feel that these sentiments will distract you during your time in this squadron, I want your letters of resignation handed in to Colonel Marquise tomorrow morning at 0900."
He turned to leave to mess hall when he heard a rustle of movement behind him. He spun around, grabbing Barber's fist mere inches away from his face, and pushed the man to the ground. Barber looked up in surprise, ego clearly burned by the way his peers were laughing at him on the floor.
Barber rose into a crouch, diving for Heero's legs and trying to trip him up, but he just stepped to the side and let the man slide into the wall. When Barber managed to pull himself back to his feet, his face was red with rage. He aimed another punch at Heero's face, who successfully hooked him in the jaw first.
The pilots began to cheer words of encouragement to Heero, telling him exactly what they thought he should do to Barber. Heero caught Barber smirking with pleasure one he finally managed to connect a hit to Heero's cheek, causing him to stumble a little. Heero was caught up in the heat of the fight. He hadn't been in a physical fight since his first month at the training camp, and it was a good way to let off some anger. It wasn't until Colonel Marquise showed up that the pilots started to split up the fight, not wanting to see anyone get into trouble.
"What's going on here?" Zechs demanded, looking between Barber and Heero for an answer.
"That fucking Jap is trying to kill every last one of us!"
Zechs looked at Heero, but he didn't get a response. "Tiebald, Manley, escort the Lieutenant to my office. Major Yuy, go take a walk and don't come back until you've cooled off. I don't need dissension in this squadron."
Heero left calmly, catching the worried glances sent his way by Trowa and Quatre. He hadn't spoken in his defense because Barber's own words spoke against him. He knew Barber would get discharged, knocking the squadron down to nine. That would make the third pilot lost in three days. At the rate they were going, they'd last just over a week.
He knew his response to Barber's verbal onslaught was inappropriate for someone in his position, but it was an onslaught nonetheless. Barber had been a decent pilot, but the group didn't need the tensions he created.
'Tensions,' Heero thought. 'That seems to be my fault. This was a lax unit before my command, and now there's too much pressure on them. They're more volunteers than soldiers.' He went to his room, changing out of his military getup and into something a little more civilian before going out.
He walked aimlessly, no particular destination in mind, and found himself at the park where he and Duo ate lunch that day. It had been right after he had realized the truth about his sexual orientation, and when he first realized he had feeling for Duo. Heero sighed. He had said that he would let Duo know of his new personal insight, and that had been a week ago. Duo was still in the dark on how Heero felt for him.
Heero pulled out his wallet, finding the picture from their wedding Relena had sent him while he was at the training camp. Relena had played the role of the blushing bride well, being the perfect hostess and talking to everyone that came. Heero hadn't known half of them. They were all people her family had known at one point or another. They were social connections, not even friends.
She had been so happy. His own smile looked forced, like he was there because he had to be instead of because he wanted to be. He didn't love her. He couldn't love her. He needed to fix things soon. Heero had no idea how long he could keep the charade going, especially now that he knew Duo.
'Tomorrow,' he vowed. 'Tomorrow I'll find Duo and tell him everything.'
*~**~*
End Part 13